I can feel that being back in New York is starting to do things to my blood. Good things - the best things - that can only happen here, surrounded by these buildings, by these people, breathing in this air as I walk these streets.
I am hoping that characters will again spring to life as the have for the past two summers, and I am hoping that they will feed off of the same fuel that I am. I am hoping I will have the time and energy to nuture them as they must be nurtured, to pick at them as they will make me pick at myself, to be jolted awake at three a.m. because there’s simply no possible way I can peel myself away from the pen.
I am hoping that I will be lucky.
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